Anal Dependance

Alice walks in like she owns the place—pierced nipples poking through a tank top that's already half off her shoulder. She parks on the couch, spreads her legs, and starts rubbing circles over her clit while the therapist tries to keep a straight face. She moans the second her fingers push inside, but she's not interested in that hole today. With a wink she flips onto all fours, spits on her own fingers, and works them straight into her ass right there on the cushions. She doesn't ask, doesn't slow down, just keeps pumping her back door like she's starving for it. Every thrust makes her ass cheeks bounce and her piercings jiggle. The shrink scribbles something, clears his throat, but she just laughs, tells him to keep watching, and keeps driving those fingers deeper until she's trembling and dripping down her thighs. Trouble? Maybe. But right now she's got exactly what she came for, and the only thing getting treated is that greedy little asshole.